A lonely child
Encroached upon by the dark.
Surrounded, blinking, transient,
Never here or there, she
Stares out of her shadow’s well
Mouthing words, pleas as she pleases,
“Help me! Get lost! Help me! Get lost!”

Don’t blink.
Blink.
Blink some more.
Stop.
Open your eyes and keep them there.

Two dark souls running through Tokyo.
No stopping, no resting. Take
It all in; take in the neon and
The halcyon daze, days.
Alcohol runs with you. Feel the electronic waves
Beat your skin. A flash
And we arrive in Finland. Taiwan. Morocco.
There is too much and it is flooding.

Eyes speak to my self.
Eyes tell me tales; tales
From lands foreign to me.
Flights of fancy: fantasies
And far-fetched realities too
Sad to be sure, real.
Things I did not want to hear
Or see. Eyes think that
Being blind is better.
Eyes close.
Eyes ease.